Wifey: Part 2

“Who is this?” Simone said with an attitude. She wasn’t sure what was going on, and initially she thought it was her landlord who had stuck his foot in the door.

Homicide then grabbed the doorknob and pushed open the door.

As soon as Simone saw Homicide’s beard she started to scream.

Homicide grabbed her and repeatedly slapped her in the face until she fell to the ground. “Shut the fuck up!” he said through clenched teeth. “Don’t open your fuckin’ mouth!”

He pulled out his gun and pointed it at Simone, who remembered it from Ish’s house. She was sure it was the same gun. Simone immediately remembered the voice as being the same voice from the home invasion at Ish’s house. She also peeped how calm Jasmine was. She knew Jasmine was in on whatever was going down.

“Please just don’t hurt me. Please. Jasmine, you don’t have to do this. I swear, you don’t. You know how long we go back, Jasmine, and you know I wouldn’t say nothing to nobody. Jasmine, I won’t hurt you. You know that, Jasmine.”

Jasmine kept quiet.

“I told you to shut the fuck up!” Homicide punched Simone squarely in the face, and she dropped to the ground like a rag doll. He then dragged her by her hair into the living room.

Jasmine knew what was about to happen and couldn’t watch.

Simone tried to put up a fight, but Homicide kicked her in the ribs the same way he had at Ish’s house. Simone immediately clutched her stomach in pain and doubled over on the ground.

Homicide grabbed one of the cushions from the couch and placed it over Simone’s head and mashed her head to the floor, suffocating her. Simone was trying to free herself, and she put up the best struggle she could, but her screams were muffled by the cushion.

Homicide knew the cushion would also muffle the gun blast.

BLAOW!

One gun blast from Homicide’s gun sent a bullet right through Simone’s head and blood splattering on the floor. Simone’s body went limp. When Homicide removed the pillow from Simone’s face, it was clear that she was dead. Her eyes were wide open, but there was no life in her body.

Jasmine walked into the living room, and it was so eerie to her. Simone’s eyes were still open, and it looked like she was staring at her. She couldn’t help but tremble at the sight of her dead friend.

“Go find some bleach, and see if you can find some gloves,” Homicide instructed.

Jasmine went to her kitchen and found plastic gloves that Simone used to wash dishes, and then she looked in the cabinets and found Clorox, and she brought it for Homicide.

“Get me some water too,” he told her.

Jasmine ran and got a large glass of water, and then she ran into the bathroom and grabbed the first two towels she saw. She knew what Homicide wanted to do.

With the bleach, water, and towels, Jasmine and Homicide took about fifteen minutes and wiped down Simone’s apartment. They made sure to wipe all of the doorknobs and surface areas clean of any fingerprints. Once the apartment was wiped clean, Homicide poured bleach all over the couch cushion. Then he looked around to make sure there were no security cameras anywhere.

Jasmine saw Simone’s phone on the floor and picked it up. She started to go through her text messages and noticed no recent BBM messages or text messages. Then she looked at her call log and saw that Simone had called her on-again, off-again lover Carlos at five o’clock in the morning and spoke to him for half an hour, and also spoke to him again at seven in the morning.

Homicide asked, “We good?”

“We have to make one more stop.” Jasmine showed him the phone.

Homicide nodded and then he and Jasmine left the apartment. They made sure all of the lights were off, all of the shades and blinds were drawn closed, and the door was locked. As they walked back to Homicide’s truck, he looked at all the houses in close proximity to Simone’s, checking for security cameras. He didn’t see any cameras that could have captured him and Jasmine going to or exiting Simone’s apartment.

Jasmine and Homicide then headed to Carlos’ apartment, and a similar murder scene played itself out, with Carlos also losing his life.

“Dead witnesses are the best witnesses,” Homicide joked.

Jasmine was way too distraught to make light of the deaths of her two friends.

When it was all said and done, it took weeks before Simone’s and Carlos’ bodies were found inside their apartments. Jasmine cried her eyes out daily over the loss of her best female friend.

When the story hit the news, police investigators theorized that there must have been some kind of love triangle gone bad. Although they couldn’t link Ish to the deaths of Carlos and Simone since he had the best alibi in the world being in jail, Ish’s name still emerged as the main person of interest.

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